Thursday, May 19, 2011

A Rose That Grows From Concrete

See the light at the end of the tunnel, 
So I move slowly in its direction. 
Feel like I'm going to stumble
As I walk past my reflection.

The bright lights begin to fade. 
Everything becomes dark.
The tunnel turns into a maze
Without an end or a start.

Going forward feels pointless,
But I will not succumb to defeat.
I will defy all odds 
And be a rose that grows from concrete.